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  Several minutes passed, and the melee seemed to have reached a white-hot intensity. The ten special forces soldiers were crazed with excitement, as if they were engaged in a desperate last stand. In reality, it was not that serious; they were just a bunch of quacking ducks, all mouth and no substance.

  They shouted and yelled loudly, but their movements were very small. They had a good sense of proportion in their actions, seeming to be fiercely battling, but actually it was all superficial. A punch that looked fierce only scratched the surface of the skin, not reaching the flesh. After wrestling for a while, still no one fell down.

  The thunder is loud but the raindrops are small, a true blank shot. It's because they've had too many military exercises, this kind of fight doesn't even bring out their actual combat skills. Wu Ming couldn't take it anymore and shouted loudly: "Stop!"

  Stop at will, freely retract, ten people simultaneously brush against Wu Ming, without a single drop of sweat on his face, and even his clothes and hairstyle are not disheveled.

  Wu Ming took off his leather shoes and walked slowly in front of them, raising an eyebrow and sneering: "Are you still acting in front of me? Your acting skills are not even as good as those of a male porn star...". As he spoke, he unbuttoned the two buttons on his chest and said in a deep voice: "Let's fight!"

  "Are you going to hit me again? You're an instructor, isn't this inappropriate?"

  "Yes! If you get hurt, the class leader will lock us up again."

  Ten people were speaking in unison, spouting all sorts of grandiose reasons. Their words sounded pretty, but Wu Ming's eyes betrayed a hint of fear. They had kicked the steel plate once before, and it was thickened stainless steel at that; they already knew what pain felt like.

  "Stop messing around...!" Wu Ming said disdainfully: "Be a man and be decisive, put all your energy into it, don't lose face for your squad leader, don't lose face for Yan Long."

  All energy has been spent on masturbation, what about the long and boring night ahead?

  However, since things have been said to this extent, if they still shrink back it would be too spineless. A rabbit that's desperate will even bite people, let alone ten men with iron-like bones. They stood their ground, with a constipated expression on each of their faces.

  "Begin!" Wu Ming said, bowing his waist and charging towards the ten special soldiers. The ten people quickly dispersed to form a surrounding circle, with Luo Yong, who was directly opposite Wu Ming, holding his chest with one hand and swinging out a hook punch...

  Wu Ming glanced at the footboard coming from behind with the corner of his eye, and in a flash, he dodged Luo Yong's hook punch, slipped under his arm, and instantly kicked his butt with his heel. Luo Yong stumbled forward, and immediately two feet kicked him in the chest, sending him flying.

  Luo Yong struggled to get up from the ground, rubbing his chest and shouting: "Damn it! Who kicked me?"

  "Sorry, Brother Yong."

  Just as they were talking, Wu Ming burst out laughing and charged into the crowd with a majestic aura, swinging his fists wildly. His opponents were ten people, which was both a disadvantage and an advantage, because being surrounded by enemies allowed him to fight recklessly without worrying about hitting anyone in particular, and no matter who he hit, it would be a bonus.

  Under the chaotic fist, there were brave men who fell, and only with chaotic fists could they defeat Master Fu. Chaos was the king's way, and Wu Ming had brought the chaotic fist to its peak, like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and soon several more people fell under the chaotic fist without any rules.

  The new instructor swung his fists like an electric motor, and the few remaining special soldiers were on the verge of tears. This was simply a meat grinder, and anyone who dared to put their hands or feet in would be asking for death.

  Di Cheng had been shrinking back, hiding behind others as his companions fell one by one. Soon he became the last one standing, and when Wu Ming's gaze fell on him, his eyes widened in fright. He immediately lay down on the ground, clutching his belly and groaning: "Ah! My heart disease is acting up!"

  How dare you be even more shameless? The crowd gave him a string of contemptuous glances.

  This kid is really a soldier? Wu Ming's face was full of black lines, walked to Di Cheng's side and lifted his foot to kick, but before he could kick the person, Di Cheng rolled on the ground and got up like his butt was on fire, ran away with his legs spread apart while shouting: "Instructor! I surrender!"

  "Traitor! If we were on the front lines, our leader would be the first to shoot you...!" Wu Ming cursed loudly, then chased after him, "You stinky little brat, stop and let me teach you a lesson!"

  "Officer! I'm an engineer soldier and won't be going to the front lines, spare me!" Di Cheng cried out.

  The door of the martial arts training hall was half open, and Xu Guohao and Gu Dong were chasing each other around the field with stupid expressions. After a long time, Gu Dong finally smiled bitterly: "This kid is one of the best among them, but he's a bit afraid of death."

  Xu Guohao pointed at a group of special forces soldiers on the ground who were pretending to be dead and wailing, and sighed: "Not one of them is reliable."

  Luo Yong lay on the ground, wailing loudly for a few moments. Then, he slowly and calmly pulled out a cigarette butt, lit it, took a puff, and continued to wail. There was someone even more exaggerated than him - Xie Zihao, who had been dragged away by the police, let out two loud wails before pulling out a small mirror to squeeze his pimples...

  The antique also sighed and said: "Because they are all unbridled wild horses, so they can't become sharp knives."

  Xu Guohao gave Wu Ming a deep and meaningful smile, saying: "It's precisely because they are all wild horses that I'm trying to tame them with unorthodox methods."

  "Do you think he can make it?"

  "I don't know..." Xǔ Guóháo quietly closed the door and smiled, "Let's treat dead horses as if they were alive! We can't let these good seeds go to waste, let's go!"

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  Di Cheng's head was huge, but his speed was extremely fast, and he was as agile as a monkey. Wu Ming finally managed to corner him against the wall, "You little brat! Where are you trying to run?"

  Di Chenggan laughed twice, his eyes rolled around, and he pointed at Wu Ming's back in horror, shouting: "Instructor! There is a naked woman!"

  As Wu Ming turned around, Di Cheng's eyes lit up and he quickly slipped away from his side. Wu Ming smiled slyly and stretched out a foot to trip him up. Di Cheng immediately fell flat on his face, hurting so much that his mouth was twisted in pain.

  "Hey kid! This is a military base..." Wu Ming pulled Di Cheng up, laughing: "There are only anti-aircraft guns here, where did you get a woman from?"

  Just then, a broadcast sounded, and the special soldiers who were pretending to be dead on the ground jumped up vigorously, ran away quickly in the blink of an eye, Wu Ming was stunned, and couldn't help but ask: "What's going on with them?"

  "It's time for dinner..." Di Cheng smiled slyly and said, "Captain, shall we go eat first?"

  Wu Mingsong let go of Di Cheng's collar and stood up, saying in a bad mood: "Clean up after dinner."

  "I'll take you to the cafeteria."

  After dinner, Wu Ming and Gu Dong led ten special soldiers to the shooting range. Wu Ming reviewed their previous shooting test scores, which were not bad, and could be considered as masters in the eyes of beginners. Of course, in the eyes of real masters, they were also beginners.

  The Flame Dragon Special Forces were equipped with the 95 automatic rifle, a gun that was never sold on the black market. Wu Ming had never even touched one before, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited. For men, guns were a very cool weapon, and the thrill of firing them was something women just couldn't understand.

  What disappointed Wu Ming was that due to limited ammunition, there was only one live-fire exercise per week, and usually they could only practice aiming. Gu Dong told him in detail about the performance and pros and cons of the Type 95 automatic rifle.

  Just after learning about the performance of the gun, Wu Ming received a phone call and his face suddenly turned serious. He said solemnly, "I have something to attend to first..." As he spoke, he glanced at several special forces soldiers and continued, "Today was just a warm-up, formal training will start tomorrow."

  Isn't that right? Half of the lives were already gone before training even started, if it's formal training, wouldn't they be played to death by him? Ten people walked away with gloomy faces as Wu Ming walked far away.

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